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[Hammel G. <res...@ca...>]

Or stain, But all live happy in his peaceful Reign: May he be happy
still as he is good, Like God in Mercy, not inclin'd to Blood. This is
the Prayer that I daily make; } For Piety shall never me forsake, } Tho'
I his Royal Favor ne'er partake. } And tho' my Foes have with their
subtil Art Banish'd me from my Royal Father's Heart, Which is the Source
of all my Grief and Woe, My just Obedience I will ne'er forgoe. Nor has
Disgrace, nor my hot Passions wrought, Within my Breast one bad disloyal
Thought. I ne'er believ'd my Father would betray His People, or sought
Arbitrary Sway: Or tho' his People did his Wrath provoke, He meant to
curb them with an Iron Yoak. Yet do I think, nay more than think, the
Cause (But here his passion made some little pause, Till sighing, at the
last he thus went on) Why my Great Father does disown his Son; They say
I am but of a spurious Brood, My Mother being of Ignoble Blood: For
_Jocoliah_ was but mean by Birth, Tho' with the King she mix'd her baser
Earth. I was begotten in my Father's Flight, E'er to the Crown he had
obtain'd his Right: And since I from his Favor did decline, He has
declar'd her but his Concubine. This has the Hopes rais'd of _Eliakim_,
And _Amaziah_'s Crown design'd for him; My Hopes are lost, and I do
think it fit, I should to God, Right, and the King submit; But yet, wise
_Hushai_ know, I still do find, My Birth has not so much debas'd my
mind, To make me stoop to low or mean desires; I feel my Father's Royal
Blood inspires My depress'd Soul, wipes off th' ignoble Stain, Renders
me apt, or not unfit to reign. Of _David_'s Royal Blood, my self I own,
And with it never can disgrace the Throne. Tho' my bold Spirits,
mounting thus, do fly Towards the Noble hight of Sovereignty, And that I
feel my Father's B